I don’t want to go in like this, but I know it will help, but the weather is cold and please let it snow some more.
I don’t want to deal with the hi’s, the how are you’s, the cold weather and the snow, so please let it snow some more.
I don’t want to stare mundanely at a screen doing the same stuff when I could be at home doing what I love, but it pays and I need the money. Just let it snow some more.
Sat hoping for snow, not because I want it, not because it will help, but because the break will do me good, the time I will gain, free time, just only if it snows some more.
The weather outside is snow, the fire is so warm. Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow! (angry line)
You can’t play on broken strings, here without you, it’s impossible, the way you do the things you do.
Mamny Rivers to Cross, You could meet somebody, rewind, all of me, last request.
Dancing on my own.
In other words, how can I go on without you, it’s impossible, the way you do the things you do, I’ve got many rivers to cross, they say you could meet somebody, but I doubt I will, can’t we just rewind, this is my last request, grant it, let me hold you.
I’m much like the Doctor, I don’t do goodbyes, I don’t do endings, I don’t like them, I always felt like an island, I wish you’d let me be there, while you fix you, I don’t mind if you nag me, I want to know.
How can I let go? Though I know I have to, I want you to stop me, for the right reasons, for me and for you.
You can’t play on broken strings, I know I can’t make your heart feell anything, but if it is buried beneath all your pain, maybe we can find it together.
Think of me, if you see those pearly gates, laying down here without you.
No, think of me before you go to those pearly gates, not yet, not now, think of me.
Think of me, because for many years I haven’t stopped thinking of you.
Think of me, before you leave us all because you are not a timelord, if you don’t you will never think of me again, but I will go on thinking of you!
She is the light and the dark, the past, the present and future, but he is not hers, well not in the same way. He can’t see past her, can’t see without her, can’t see with her. He knows and he accepts, but still it doesn’t change, trapped in an emotional cage of his own making.
Looking back wonders if he could have changed the outcome, what would have happened, would they still be this close? would he be free? would he be with her still? What if rears it’s ugly head as always, all he wants is to step out of this, one way or another.
Another comes along, a chance to escape, he takes it, it was fake, not what it seemed, another mistake. Once again another chance to escape, once again, another fake, she was there all along helping him through it, trying to help him escape from her, is she who she seems.
They talk and he feels hope all the time, but always it is dashed on the cliffside as soon as he voices it, like she never knew she had given him such a thing.
Still he tries to escape, maybe his heart is not in it, maybe he can’t, either way he’ll keep trying, because she isn’t joining him in that desolate place they call love.
Running walls, diving across canyons, fighting in the dome.
Tonight I was in a rage with puzzles, almost out of my comfort zone
I persevered, made it through even though I uttered a curse or two
This campaign is quite a treat, it makes a change from getting owned a multiplayer
But now it is time for sleep!
What goes up must come down, as with drugs, as with emotions.
Realise a beautiful high, then suffer in silence.
Even a murderer, exultant in revenge must endure the remainder in pain.
Balance is a fickle weighing scale that constantly fights against our will to be happy.
Often we are ok, this never changes much because it is balanced, we are level.
If we are given great strength but are unable to control it, we will cause damage and suffer ourselves. If we control it, we can see a gain, as long as it is hidden, we will feel the benefit from it.
I just wanted to ramble, balance is on my mind, as this weekend has since saturday night been trying to balance out, what originally was a brilliant weekend.
Thanks for reading,
Gotta slow down, I was given a taste but this is not a race.
Question if it’s right, not sure if this is the way onward towards the light.
Looking back, is it disappearing.
Given a taste, impatience setting in, born out of instinct
Knowing before when it was slow, it was better
Wondering if that time could have been much better, if slowed down ever more
Given a chance to test that theory, programmed to speed ahead, wish to go slow
If its mutual why wait, but if we are both mistaken, what then?
Slow, deliberate, it’s not a race, keep pace, side by side.
once again women are my inspiration, I have wrote many times about other things but women are often what sparks me, through anger, through love, friendship and lust, women drive me to express, to explore my mind, my words and my heart. Cherish them with all your heart!